Author: Echo Artifact (Page 1 of 3)
I can’t
I can’t tell
By myself
Lie
Small and frail
By myself I think I can manage it
Sigh
I should tell you
Think we would’ve thought of this
We don’t need you
We don’t see you ending up a part of this
We don’t think the same of what we used to think of happiness
Intrinsic, she starts
“You think we would’ve thought of this”
Why I never found my way again
What would you know about trust?
What would you do to get what you want?
What would you know about truth?
When will it be enough proof to refute
What you already know?
I think you should go
Where would you be when the cut’s not enough?
What then would they say about us?
Unusual how it matters so much
It’s hard to predict when your god’s out of touch
What would you know about blood?
What would you do if you could?
What have you done for me that I couldn’t do for myself
If I didn’t need your help?
Not yet
Breathe in slow
Let dark parts grow
We don’t know why you care
I know why there’s nothing there
I can’t (do this anymore)
I can’t tell (you)
By myself (I)
Lie (to me again)
Small and frail (I am)
By myself I (don’t) think I can manage it
Sigh (again, to me again)
I should tell you
Think we would’ve thought of this (before we fell down)
We don’t need you
We don’t see you ending up a part of this
We don’t think the same of what we used to think of happiness
Intrinsic, she starts
“You think we would’ve thought of this”
Never does it go to show
In the throes of hope will we try to feel alive
We mind, but we’re fine
Easier than rope
But no choke starts without a fire
But we try to seem fine all the time (all the time)
Tell her how you told me at home
You’d hold me close until we died while you drive
We decide to try to try
Leaving what you know makes it hard to feel the tide
This time
This time I won’t fall for this
These short step relationships
Star-studded pools I can’t resist
But too deep to swim against this time
This time I’ll pretend that my will contends
Twist my tongue until it rips
Bright blue apocalypse
There is no innocence
This time
This tide
In rhyme
This time
This time
This time
Calling all cars of the lovers who are all
Sitting still on the open road
Thinking old scars will appeal to the heart
Of a thrill that you do not know
You don’t want more
You just want a war in me
Slipping on tiles of reality is fine
If you haven’t got a place to go
Going for a ride just as long as it subsides
By the time that we get back for the show
You don’t want less
You just want what’s left in me
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
Separating sides of the argument is wise
If you favor everyone the same
But no one is the wiser if we settle on a slider
Regulating who will win the blame
You don’t have need
All of your greed in me
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
Wait for me
I can’t see
Leaving what you know, familiarity in tow,
Makes the shore hard to call by name
Leveraging your hold for a better bit of gold
Leaves you hurting for it all the same
You don’t have a grip
Dig your fingertips in me
Calling all cars of the lovers who are all
More toxic than we might have known
Celebrating scars like they represent a part
Of ourselves that we ought to show
Wait for me
I can’t see
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
Wait for me
I can’t see
I can’t see…
Leaving what you know makes it hard to feel the tide
Even if it’s best for the sake of you and I
Breaking hearts and bones takes a toll on every life but,
Something here brings me piece tonight
Wait for me
I can’t see
Repetition centered
Just offscreen
I don’t know just what you need to see
But I know that I can
Never be the one to show you
I don’t know you
This is coming
Listen, we are running out of time
I don’t know just what you need to be
To consume my own inevitable
Reaching through you
I once knew you
This is coming
Crystal, hearts are breaking, yours and mine
But I don’t mind. No, I won’t mind.
Waking up to something never seems
Like a separation from our dreams when
We’re not sober
We’re not over
Feeling that electric
Doesn’t come without its price
Now it seems that we have let this bleed
To point that we can not recede
If we don’t treat this
We won’t beat this
This is coming
Listen we are running out of time
I don’t mind
(I don’t see what this might mean to you now)
No, I won’t mind
(I believe you won’t see me come around)
Now I know what this is meant to say
Broken hearts are mending day-to-day
But do I feel this way?
I won’t mind.
I don’t have friends I have habits
It’s really not hard to pretend
When all of my friends are erratic
Imagine how I look to them
I don’t think my dreams are elaborate
But I don’t think that they’d understand
I don’t want to seem melodramatic
Here is our list of demands:
We want everything necessarily for a change
As integrity mounts we’ve aversion to fame
I don’t want to elope but I can’t see my name
Be it crayon or LED lights all the same
I don’t have friends I have habits
It’s really quite easy to see
If all of my friends automatic
Then what does that say about me?
Is it really tough?
Have you had enough?
If you think it’s bad now, the ending is rough
(Listen, call me back.
I don’t know.
It doesn’t matter.
I never called you that.
If you go
Then nothing matters.
Let’s restart.
Let’s react.
Call me back.)
Do you have a light?
I’ll give you anything but a piece of my mind when I
Try not to fight
Something in the back of me withers and dies
We weren’t all born in Hollywood
He drives through the night
As she looks out the window he recedes to a time when
Things are alright
While holding out for compromise the meter expires
Isn’t this weather vindictively cool?
Then she said…
All the king’s horses and all the kings men
Couldn’t put us back together again
She walks away
Not knowing what it is she thinks he wants her to say
She might not today
When starting conversations tends to just be a waste of time
You would’ve known me in high school
Then he said…
All the king’s horses and all the kings men
Couldn’t put us back together again
What if all the people we’ve become are unhappy?
Wouldn’t it be better in the long run (better) if we started detaching?
Nothing says I love you like “the end”
Do you have a light?
I’ll give you anything to look me in the eyes
Let’s stay in and fight
I don’t want to be around me but I need you to try
Nobody told me
Everyone ignored me
Fairytale or fable, it’s cool
All the king’s horses and all the kings men
Everyone’s trying but where to begin?
When all of us are dying I needed a friend
All the king’s horses and all the kings men
Couldn’t put us back together again
“Do you want to be a memory?”, she sang to me
If you ever feel inside, are you truly free?
Never will the tears flow
Never will she let go
Forever holding on to thee. I said,
“All my memories are broken, baby,
and I’m ashamed, you see.”
“Do you ever feel alive? Do you strain to breathe?”
Another line of questioning that should pertain to me
Better to be let go
Rather than an echo
Waiting just to see if she can see
“Do you ever feel alive?” I said,
“Only when the pain recedes.”
“Do you want to be a memory?”, she sang to me
Hope is just a metaphor
For when the pain recedes
When we were waking from our dreams
The world had changed or though it seems
Whenever asked we stayed the story true
Never not a world to see, we set our course: return to dreams
And bare the bear that bare repeating soon
I’m leaving out a lot of things
We never should’ve stayed asleep
When listening is key to keeping cool
All you want is interesting
When “interesting” is blisteringly
Ever better than forgotten fools
Let me start again to say –
Aware there should be better ways
Of coping with reality anew –
“Finding new epiphanies of recent found discrepancies
Will only get you further from the truth.”
I’m leaving out a lot of things
We never should’ve stayed asleep
When misery is key to keeping cruel
And all you want is interesting
But “interesting” is blisteringly
Ever better than forgotten fools
Why, I think I’ll try to tell you why I never tried
Why the body left the soul for somewhere else to die
Something felt real
Something’s wrong here
To finish up convincingly
I feel I mustn’t say
A litany of reasons why I’m lost along the way
A fault, a fear, at least ten beers have kept my soul a-sway for years
But at least I’ve kept all her regrets at bay
I’m leaving out a lot of things
We never should’ve strayed from sheep
When victory is key to keeping true
But what you want is interesting
When “interesting” is blisteringly
Ever better than forgotten fools
We’re never better than forgotten fools
Let’s clean this up before the blood begins to pool
I’m not me
I know it
Let’s not see
Where this is going
You’ve caught me
And it’s showing
Brace yourself
Hell is snowing—
She can’t even keep up on the sideline
A project for the center of my side-mind
We sink another body in the timeline
I know you don’t mean too much and-
(I am not myself anymore)
I’m not me (Find me a new way out)
I’ve known it
Let’s not see (Blinding this newest doubt)
Where this is going
You’ve lost me (Find me a new way out)
Never showing
Brace yourself (Blinding this newest doubt)
Hell is snowing—
Find me a new way out
Listen
